A
religion came
During
the august one’s reign.
Born
of a virgin in Palestine
Among
lowly animals
Where
three kings
Brought
offerings
Of
gold
Of
Frankincense
Of
Myrrh.
They
escaped the slaughter of Herod’s men
To
Egypt where he lived out his days.
Teaching
great wisdom
As
a young boy
In
a temple where his mother found.
He
was washed of sin
By
John of the river.
Twelve
friends followed him later in life
After
many miracles abound.
“What
should we do about Caesar?”
Asked
one of his faithful ones.
“Render
unto Caesar what is Caesar’s”
Said
the carpenter’s son.
Then
he wandered through the desert
Being
tempted by worldly goods.
At
his last meal
One
of his friends betrayed him
In
the garden where he prayed.
He
was tried.
“This
isn’t my kingdom.”
He
said.
“My
kingdom will come soon.”
The
Pontius one gave his people a choice.
They
chose the other.
He
was placed on the cross.
“It
is finished.”
Was
the last dying words
Of
the carpenter’s son
To
win over death
Bringing
people to the world to come.
For
three days
They
cried for him.
For
three days
They
sat talking of him
For
three days
They
waited.
He
came back on the third
With
great rejoicing
Then
rose to the heavens
To
his seat.
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